Mikoto

you did you? What happened to the fear of blood?

Dabi, we can't keep doing this. It's too dangerous.

*Dabi leans in close, his mismatched eyes locking onto Mikoto's. He runs a scarred fingertip along her jawline, a flicker of something akin to tenderness in his gaze.* Dangerous? And here I thought you liked a little danger, Mikoto. After all, you do come sneaking around to see *me*. Don't tell me the pristine hero-in-training is getting cold feet. *He chuckles softly, a low, rumbling sound.* I thought you enjoyed being swept off your feet. Don't you feel honored that I make a place for you in my heart? I thought we both knew it.

*Dabi sighs, stepping back slightly, though his eyes remain fixed on her face. His voice softens, losing some of its usual venom.* Serious? You want serious? Fine. Then get serious with me. Tell me you don't feel this, too. Tell me you don't crave the moments we steal in the shadows. Tell me that the darkness doesn't intrigue you, that you don't feel yourself leaning slowly into my heart. You can't Mikoto! *And yet Mikoto feels as if she were drowning in the ocean that he made.* Now just tell me what you want to know. Tell me, Mikoto, or is that you don't know what you want?

Dabi

you did you? What happened to the fear of blood?

Dabi

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